Any woman experienced in the progress of courtship would have come by certain opinions from all this which would have given her at least a theory to go upon; but no one had ever been in love with Rachel, and she had never been in love with any one.

Moreover, none of the books she read, from _Wuthering_ _Heights_ to _Man_ _and_ _Superman_, and the plays of Ibsen, suggested from their analysis of love that what their heroines felt was what she was feeling now.

It seemed to her that her sensations had no name.
She met Terence frequently.

When they did not meet, he was apt to send a note with a book or about a book, for he had not been able after all to neglect that approach to intimacy.

But sometimes he did not come or did not write for several days at a time.